How was your day, dear?

[Moos]

Mine was bloody lovely. It was one of my not-in-the-office days, so the mini-Moos and I buzzed round ED in the morning (he looking very fine in stripey summer trousers) and went swimming in the afternoon. It was one of those days where nothing in particular happened, but so very nicely.

And now he's snoring in bed, and I'm scoffing biscuits and cold white wine, and have a hot date with Hugh Laurie in half an hour.

You?

[dulwichmum]

Well Moos darling, my day was simply marvellous.

I am sitting here half the way through a bottle of Chablis, I have just today signed a contract to write a weekly column in The Telegraph on-line. This writing milarkey really is incredibly lucrative.

What I want to know is, should I tell James?

[Moos]

Hurray, glad you had a good one too. The sunshine was bliss.

Of course you shouldn't tell James, he'll only cite it in the settlement, and you will lose out on a million or two. That would be simply dreadful.

On what day of the week will your column appear?

[dulwichmum]

Tonight from midnight! OHMYGOD, I am getting one of my heads!

[Brendan]

I woke up late, rushed out without any breakfast and promptly missed the bus because they have taken one of the bus stops on LL out of use. I missed another on my way to the next bus stop but eventually caught one which got me to Denmark Hill just in time to miss my train. I got into work late and as I was sitting down at may desk, before I had a chance to get a cup of coffee or even turn the old computer on the phone rang and I had to speak for an hour to someone who kinda wants to sue me. As that finished it was off to a presentation on market research findings. You know the sort, lots of power point and graphs and knowing nods, that kind of bollocks. Blessedly there was coffee. Then a whole bunch of boring but very necessary paperwork punctuated by lunch and some Japanese sweets that my boss got on a recent trip. I enjoyed the sweets but not the upset stomach they induced. At about 3:30 the sweating had subsided and I suddenly realised that I had an article due for 5:30, a witty round up of the last fortnight?s news. Like I really felt like being funny. I got out of the office eventually at around 6 to be faced with a gloriously sunny day, that I had missed most of. The bus on the way home smelt like poo. That is not to say that it just smelt generally bad. It smelt of actual poo. Then I got home and spent 30mins on the phone to O2 broadband support.

But thanks for asking.

[Moos]

Oh no, sorry Brendan. But apparently it is going to be 25 degrees and sunny on Saturday, will that help?

Alternatively, happy to pour you a large vat of champagne in the QR.

[dc]

dulwichmum Wrote:

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> I have just today signed a contract to write a weekly column in The Telegraph

Bloody hell - that's some day given that the going rate is ?245001 to ?250000 (apparently - for some people):

Register of Members' Interests - Boris's Bit

JOHNSON, Boris (Henley)

2. Remunerated employment, office, profession etc

Column writer in The Daily Telegraph. (?245,001-?250,000)

etc etc etc

[dulwichmum]

Darling DC, I know. I really don't know where I am going to stash all of this cash. I may have to head up to Gill Holland's shop in the village to buy a couple of new Allegra Hicks kaftans in order to free up some space in my purse!

;):))

[KalamityKel]

Can someone loan me a baseball bat and gimme a lift to bristol so I can personally go sort out this ruddy stupid customer service department. (6) The past two months I've been arguing with them over firstly a non delivery of order, then incorrect order, followed by them claiming to to have recieved the item back AND now they wont refund... don't even have the courtesy to reply to emails in the proper fashion - instead of "dear Kalamity" its "hi" :| how rude!

Day is going splendidly indeed!!! hehe

No really it is jolly nice to have a day off. Took the monsters to the vets (several trips envolved) for their boosters, cremated the kitchen with a wonderful pasta creation and now sitting waiting for this customer service department to ring IF they bother too... darn I need a pint!

[Cassius]

Its going fine now that it's nearly over - well the working bit of it is.........

[Jah Lush]

Fucking awful so far but as soon as I get out of this God-forsaken office and light up a cigarette and into a pub in Dulwich for a beer, which I need NOW, otherwise I shall go insane.

[CamberwellOz]

I woke up this morning at 12.30am to a baby CamberwellOz who was screaming and luckily had some nice stomach bug which was coming out both ends. Bubs continued to cry until about half twp when the Mr and I changed duties so I could get a couple of hours kip. I got up and got dressed for my first big ride into work - handed bubs over to the nanny and ran downstairs only to find that the key to our communal cupboard downstairs was not on the key ring I took down. I ran back up two flights of stairs and frantically starting pulling out keys from several key drawers we have in house. (Why we have multiple 'key' drawers caused me to swear several times and most probably look like a angry octopus trying to paint her suckers with nail polish). After about five minutes I gave up, flew into the shower and jumped in the car for a wondrous time in peak hour traffic going from Camberwell to Acton. I got to work (no time for coffee) and my boss has decided that I will be in charge of the HR department. Sounded swiffy and great before I realised that our multimillion dollar company has never had a HR department. Everyone working in the office gets to leave at 4.30pm on Fridays - except me because I only work three days a week. So I watched everyone share a nice glass of wine and head off. To which I jumped in the car and spent 1 1/2 hours driving to Putney to try and fix my bosses personal computer.

It was about this time that I thought to myself '%@~*& @@~~%%$$', spun the car around and drove home.

My Aussie Shiraz is now slipping down a treat.